Name: Aviva, of Islanzadi's house

Age:22, still a child in the elves' measure of time

Gender: Female

Skills: Aviva is a master at using whips and can use at maximim three at a time (one in each hand and one in her mouth) which is a very bizarre talent for an elf. She is also a master at painting, which she does rather than fairths since she does not find them as furfilling or challenging. She has no other talents so far but may or may not discover more.

Race: Elf/Dragon rider

Hair:Midnight black tinted slightly with silver

Eyes:Jade green

Home village: Osilon

Parents: Islanzadi and Ludlow-(warrior of elves but whereabouts are unknown)

Siblings:Half sister of Arya Drottning (Arya knows naught of her)

Charactor personality: Aviva has a very stiff personality to those that make her uncomfortable or are not very close. She releases most of her thoughts to her dragon though. Aviva is very firm since she had a rough childhood and had taught herself to keep her thoughts and feelings closer than anything else. Though she does have a very testing and curious side to her, interested in the abilities or others, whether they be friend or foe. She refuses to show a hint of it though.
On her very pleasent days, she laughs and challenges herself. Her main interests are in painting, in which she has a vast talent.
Aviva has a horrible dislike to her both her mother and father. Also, most elves that she has met (which are very few). Aviva tries to be free within herself but her freedom gets entangled with other dark thoughts. The only thing in the entire world that amuses her is her dragon. She enjoys flying over Du weldenvarden and over the Hadarac desert with him. She adores him because he is the only being in the entire world that does and ever have understood her.

Charactor History: Aviva was born in Du weldenvarden at the edge of Osilon. At that time, her mother, Islanzadi, was feeling quite blue with her recent dramas involving her daughter Arya. Feeling wanted in another area, she stumbled upon a young man named Ludlow, after fleeing from her duties in Ellesmera. Ludlow indeed knew who she was, so he wooed and won the queen of the elves. Not long after, Aviva was born.
Feeling as scared as she had ever believed was possible, Islanzadi returned to Ellesmera, explaining that she needed a break in Osilon. She told no one of her secound child.
Ludlow was sentenced to bringing up Aviva, which he did with horrendous distaste. Most of the time, she spend the cold, winter nights outside in the forest. "No one must know you exist," Ludlow would constantly explain but that was not the worst.
One terrible night, when Aviva was ten, she was quite infuriated after a savage fight with her father that resulted in a bloody wound on the side of her head. These fights were very common between the two but being quite outraged, she wandered into the comely streets of Osilon for the first time.
She found Ludlow's house, a grand building that Islanzadi had intrusted to him for safekeeping of her daughter. Aviva was immediately awed by the beauty of the house but allowed known of it to seep into the road of her fury. She marched into the house, infront of Ludlow's friends and family, and cried "Adurna!" which means 'water' in the ancient language.
Although she had been taught no magic before, the spell weaved itself from her lips and almost killed Ludlow when its power forced him into a wall with a terrible crash. Before Aviva could think, Ludlow fleed from Osilon into the depths of Du weldenvarden.
Aviva lived from there onward in the clutches of the forest which acted as her cradle and mother for the rest of her years. During that, she suffered attacks from the strange and twisted creatures affected by ancient magic in the forest, some that placed her on the edge of death. Many times had she allowed her blood to cleanse the forest floor. All she needed was a miracle or even the lightest wisp of fortune to keep her alive.

Weapons:Three lightweight, elven whips made by Aviva. They all are the same with handles carved to look like the rolling ripples of water. The only difference is that each has different gems that line the handles, one with emeralds, one with rubies and one with sapphires. The part of the handle that is held is made of the smooth, leather-like bark of a unique tree to Du weldenvarden tied securely to the handle with strong bits of metal.

Likes: Soft, chattering brooks and a crag in the forest where none but Aviva and her dragon will dwell. She likes the love between her and her dragon and rain because it is the natural cleanser of the land. She also loves the soft, pastaly colours of dusk that might sometimes comfort her.

Dislikes: Her father for his list of terrible deeds and her mother since she has made no attempt to visit her. She also hates any fools or people that take her for granted.

Animal companions: Her dragon

Physical description: Aviva is quite tall, 5 ft 10 and is very athletic since she has been raised in the wilderness. She is very comely (being an elf) and is quite muscular in her back and stomach. She wears a soft, emerald tunic with swirls of silvery fabric and black pants. She has fleecy socks and tough, black boots that reach her knees with three silver buckles on each. She stole all her clothes from Osilon.

Dreams: To be a proper Rider and loyal companion to her dragon. She wants to travel all over Alagaesia and learn as much as possible about everyone and everything. She has a dark side though, wanting to gruesomely slaughter her father and bestow as much verbal and metal pain as possible upon Islanzadi.

Reason for Dreams:To improve herself and handout as much revenge as possible.

Alignment:She knows of Galbatorix but if she had a choice she would wipe out both him and the varden (not so much the varden)



Dragon Name: Brujole (which means "Hummer" in the Ancient Language)

Age: 5 and a half

Gender:Male

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Lvra Winterwisp

History: Aviva found Brujole's egg caught in a stream in Du weldenvarden one icy winter night. She decided to protect it from danger until during the night, a baby dragon hatched for her. She decided to name him Brujole which means "Hummer" in the Ancient Language. Ever since, Aviva has taught Brujole everything she knew and along the way, he molded his own personality

Personality: Brujole is a lover of fighting and attacking. He refuses to let anyone prove him wrong and finds dignity in is every movement. Brujole is also very curious and sometimes even kind if he wishes to be. But he wants his full appearence to be a savage and bloodthirsty fighter. He always gives way to a good riddle though.

Colour: Brujole is a coal-black dragon with a sharp row of silver spines along his neck, back and tail that only glitter in a winters' moonlight. His scales have a tinge of white at night but in daylight he looks like a complete shadow.

Appearance: Brujole is 12 ft high at the shoulder. He is rippled with muscles and some battle wounds. A scar runs over his right eye and cheek which makes that eye blind and foggy. His other eye is catlike and silver. Brujole has a long, thin, whip-like tail and unusally long claws for fighting. His left wing is slightly tattered and he is missing one of his molars.

Armour: None

Dreams: To become the toughest dragon ever to live and to travel around Alagaesia with Aviva.

Reason for dreams:So he is famous among all races and because he loves Aviva (Awww...)


Alright, I hope you like my pair cauz I really want to RPG them!!! Thankyou! :D

EDIT: I made Brujole a year older and wrote in his sibling

hmmm, the whole whips thing reminds me of Zoro from One Piece lol, he holds a sword in each hand and one in his mouth. Interesting and creative character, I approve.

accepted...

Aviva is dead due to reasons explained in the future. Brujole remains alive.